CHAPTER 276: UNSPOKEN BONDS

"That’s strange, where did I put it?" Mo Xiaobai mumbled while searching, his warm breath close to Mo Yao’s cheek, and a faint rose scent lingered in the air.

The Mo family’s garden had a vast expanse of rose bushes, and Mo Xiaobai, when idle, always loved to nap in the rose garden. The castle itself also consistently carried a subtle rose fragrance.

Mo Xiaobai rarely wore artificial scents; unless he was attending an event, he usually carried a faint rose aroma.

Mo Yao frowned, subtly turning his face away, creating a slight distance between them.

"I must have accidentally pressed something last time when I was watching adult films," Mo Xiaobai muttered. Mo Yao’s face across from him became utterly unreadable, terribly gloomy. Mo Xiaobai, oblivious to the danger, continued talking about adult films.

"Have you had enough?"

"Oh, Big Boss, don’t be like that! Come on, smile for me." Mo Xiaobai grinned, his rosy lips almost brushing Mo Yao’s cheek. Mo Yao glared fiercely at him, but Xiaobai just smiled, then suddenly his eyes lit up. "Found it!"

"Scram!" Mo Yao said, neither gently nor harshly. Mo Xiaobai’s eyes widened. "Big Boss, you’re burning bridges!"

Mo Yao looked at him coldly. "If you don’t scram, you deal with it. It’s your business anyway."

Mo Xiaobai hastily spread his hands and returned to the sofa to read his book.

Dealing with things was out of the question. The boss was capable enough for two people, so he was exempt. Why work when there was free labor to exploit?

Mo Xiaobai turned over and read for a while, staying quiet for an hour. The afternoon sun was warm and comforting, making one want to sleep. Mo Xiaobai couldn’t resist the call of the Sandman and decisively went to play chess with him.

Mo Yao looked up at Mo Xiaobai, who was asleep again.

He shook his head, a hint of a smile, though not quite a smile, touched his lips.

He slept until 3 PM. Mo Xiaobai yawned and woke up. The sound of Mo Yao opening the door startled him. Mo Yao entered, carrying a cup of coffee, took a sip, and seeing Mo Xiaobai awake, pursed his lips and walked over. "Dian needs to go out to discuss business. Do you want to go?"

"Where to?"

"John’s matter is temporarily resolved. We need to find someone to take over his territory. Dudi is very interested, so I’ve asked Dian to contact his people. There might be room for cooperation," Mo Yao said. "You should go with him. You’ll inevitably run into him in America later."

"Sleepy!" Mo Xiaobai played dead on the sofa, whining, refusing to get up. "Big Boss, Dian can handle it alone. John might still have remnants in Rome, so I’ll just sleep at home. I’m feeling like a pregnant woman lately; I don’t want to move."

Mo Yao felt like stomping on him. He was interested in teasing Wen Nuan, but when it came to work, he started playing dead.

"Oh, by the way, Big Boss, why did you call me here?" Mo Xiaobai asked. Mo Yao took another sip of coffee, set it down, returned to his desk, and said faintly, "Nothing."

"Ah..." Mo Xiaobai wailed. "Did you just call me in here to take a nap?"

Mo Yao’s icy gaze fell coldly on his face. "Didn’t I tell you to scram?"

Mo Xiaobai was furious!

So, the boss had told him he could scram earlier. He must have deliberately said it unclearly, which was why he misunderstood. Oh well, it wasn’t the first time he’d come in to nap with him anyway.

Mo Xiaobai picked up the coffee cup and gulped it down. The coffee the boss brewed was the most fragrant.

After drinking the coffee, exchanging greetings, Mo Xiaobai waved and left.

Mo Yao looked at the empty cup on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Wushuang had gone out, and Mo Chen wasn’t home either. Mo Xiaobai went to the sterile room to see Ye Feimo. Two dedicated doctors were attending to him. Ye Feimo was still deeply asleep, showing no signs of improvement.

Mo Xiaobai asked, "Robert, Ferra, will little cousin really wake up tomorrow?"

If he didn’t wake up tomorrow, they wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret much longer.

"Don’t worry, he will definitely wake up," Robert said, wearing scholarly gold-rimmed glasses, his smile making one feel very reassured, wanting to trust this doctor. He had the gentle and approachable demeanor of a doctor.

Ferra said, "Mo San, I see you’re not worried at all. In fact, you’re probably hoping he sleeps a few more days, aren’t you?"

Mo Xiaobai nodded seriously, slapping his forehead. "I should have told little cousin-in-law that little cousin would be back in a few days."

The two doctors exchanged speechless glances. Indeed.

Mo Xiaobai gazed at the injured Ye Feimo through the glass window, mumbling, "Will little cousin be smashed into a retard?"

"Third Young Master Mo, that’s highly unlikely," Robert promised. "I have great confidence in my medical skills. There’s no way he’ll become a retard, rest assured. It’s absolutely impossible for that to happen."

Ferra kicked him. "You brat, are you looking for trouble? You dare to question our medical skills? Do you want me to turn you into a retard?"

Mo Xiaobai blinked his beautiful eyes innocently. "I was just making a reasonable guess about little cousin’s condition. Why are you two so excited? I hate it when men get excited; it makes me want to kill people."

"You little rascal!" Ferra looked at him, exasperated. These two had been their family doctors since the Mo brothers were children. They were basically useless because the brothers rarely got injured or sick, practically health buffs.

However, these two Italian doctors were highly renowned in their field.

Mo Xiaobai leaned against the glass window, staring at Ye Feimo, then suddenly turned and smiled. "Beautiful Robert, my little cousin is in my hands for the first time! First time! First time!"

"So?" Robert had a bad feeling. What was this little devil going to say?

Ferra blurted out, "You want to turn him into a little retard?"

Mo Xiaobai laughed, shaking with delight, his face captivating. "Uncle Ferra, you know my heart so well! Think about it, you’ve been researching my father’s strange illness for a long time, and you haven’t had much success, have you? Look how adorable my father is when he occasionally becomes a retard, how cute he is; everyone loves him. Can you perhaps tamper with my little cousin and turn him into a little retard too?"

Mo Xiaobai wore an expression of eager anticipation.

Since childhood, Ye Feimo had always had them wrapped around his finger, leaving no room for resistance. They still wanted to get revenge for that naked running incident, but unfortunately, they never had the chance.

Trying to scheme against Ye Feimo was incredibly difficult, harder than ascending to heaven. He was shrewd and cunning, giving them no opportunity to exploit him. So, this was their first chance to mess with him.

If Ye Feimo became a little retard like his father, that would be truly exhilarating. It would only be for seven days, and within those seven days, he could play with him however he wanted. Just thinking about it was thrilling.